"Believe me," he said, "a guy can veeve himself into any kind of trouble if he yells loud enough. I’m getting mine." "Well, Duck," I said, "it’s a good game " "Aw," he retorted angrily, "it ain’t my graft an’ you know it. What do I care who veeves over here? An’ the 50th Ward goin’ to hell an’ all!" I strove to readjust my mind to understand what he had said.